Mt. Spire shone brilliant and white above the bristly pines. In the noontime sun, one could see the snow weep and the summer trails reveal themselves. It was a wonderful sight for any climber. However, Anna would consider it even more wonderful if she did not have to hike ten miles to actually get there. … More In the Shadow of Mt. Spire
Beyond the backwoods,
Where the trees grow tall,
Lies a church inked in shadow… … More Beyond the Backwoods
In twisted dreamscapes,
We meet most often,
Where the leather sky looms
And the forest shifts
Like tigers in the night. … More Let Me Lie
While the Carian Empire wages a war to eradicate all magic, rumors surface about otherworldly beings who steal warriors of great power. Titus Blackburn couldn’t care less, however. Although a skilled warrior with magic runes tattooed on his body, Titus’s only concern is finding his parents, who abandoned him as a child. Yet, as Titus chases a new lead, he learns the great threats of his time are intimately linked with his parents’ disappearance. … More New Fantasy Novel Teaser
Where now the dark lady
With head of black and dress of night?
Where now the shine of gold
Who in her glance glitters bright? … More Still Waters
Algonquin legends say the wendigo was once a man like you and me. Poisoned by greed and gluttony, the man turned into a pale, gaunt creature with sunken eyes, reaching limbs, and an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Always hungry, the wendigo searched constantly for its next meal. The truth, however, is much worse. … More Beware the Wendigo
A starless night stealsAcross the sea,Where I stray, half-sunkIn the boundless, black brine.Arms weary, I thrashAmid the violent waves,Whose frothy peaksPush me far from shore. But in the eastern skyDawns a hopeful glimmer:A radiant girl wreathed in lightWith smile beaming,Shadow fleeing. Like holy fireShe burns awayThe night. And as the churning seaLies still with a … More The Eastern Light
Every road has an end,
Or so they say. … More Every Road
The phone stared back, pale-faced, indifferent, and hauntingly static. In its screen shone the diffuse reflection of a man whose dark, unblinking eyes were ringed in purple. He bit his lip and chose his words. After a few fumbles of his fingers, he sent the message and stood waiting for a response… … More Gifts
Red as rose hip, plump
And ripe, your lips smack
Against mine. Their touch,
Tender, tingles my tongue
And fills the air with a fine,
Fruity fragrance… … More The First Kiss
